The Mechanisms Of 'Trance'

When you drop something on your toe, some nerves there send rapid signals up and into your spinal cord which relay them into your brain so that you will feel pain and go 'ouch ouch ouch.'

And then, when your brain establishes that you have observed the pain in your toe, it sends back down some different signals which block the pain signals because these have served their purpose for the time being. Theoretically, the brain is assuming that once having noticed the pain, you are going to do something about it.

...So -, there are two sets of signals whenever someone experiences some pain.

The second set of signals, stimulate internal Morphine (aka 'endogenous-Morphine;' endorphin) and also Dopamine so that you can have a cleared pathway for signals to be sent down. Dopamine is not a 'feel-good' neurotransmitter, despite that people say that it is - it is a pathway clearing neuro-chemical, which allows endogenous Morphine to be actively sensed in the neural system.

Sleep capsule...

Any time at all, that something 'bad' is happening to your body, nociceptors send signals of pain or discomfort to the CNS, to the brain, so that you will do something to alter the situation.

Sometimes, the 'bad' thing is so tiny and subtle, that really really micro-sized nociception happens...

For example if a Yogi holds their breath, the organic system thinks something not so good is happening, and really tiny signals are sent to the brain to tell it to please start inhaling air again.

And when air is subsequently breathed in again, the brain sends out those signals which block the nociception signalling - in other words, very tiny amounts, way too small and too subtle for scientists to observe just yet although they could do it if they looked which they have not yet done -, of Dopamine and endorphins to tell the body and the brain: 'Okay this is good now, this is what you want to be doing, so keep doing it, and here's a little reward for you.'

When you look at a freshly bloomed flower, it is another good thing that Nature and your body and somatic mechanism wants you to experience, so there too, small amounts of Dopamine and endorphins are pumped through your neural circuits.

Thyme, mushroom, and sherry soup.

However, if you are given endless regular jolts of problems, trouble, negative stimulus and pain, then what happens is that ever greater amounts of Dopamine are required to clear the nerve pathways of all the conflict and also the conflicting signals, and ever higher amounts of Morphine are required for you to feel 'okay.'

This is what your boss and your 'job' is doing to you, your family, maybe even your wife or your husband, and certainly the pharmaceutical/doctor industry and the whole of politics, the media and all of modern society. The whole thing, the whole lot of the players are just there to proliferate this lunacy -, someone having designed the thing to get you to become used to trouble, suffering and pain, and to become addicted to whatever sources of Dopamine stimulation that there are around for you to 'get.'

If you have a bunch of money and can afford to go along to a Monroe Institute program, then they will have you begin 'supervised, targeted remote viewing.' It won't be just any old remote viewing - you will be monitored electronically, and supervised and have targets to reach for with your enhanced systems of vision.

So in the same way, 'trance' can indeed be some vague and relatively pointless exercise, and even, it could be something which someone has deliberately tried to put you into 'the state of' in order to take advantage of some exposed mind state then, or vulnerability due to the removal of a certain amount of executive function.

I guess in a trance...!

Or - it can be a targeted, highly-controlled and well-understood process, to enable very specific mind harmonics to be activated (EG particular brain wave frequencies), and a systematic sending of blocking signals which disable all of those modern social inputs that are jamming your ability to perceive what is going on all around you - all the good things.

You did not notice, for instance, that some flowers give you endogenous Morphine-like sensations...

But why, since Nature is so well-balanced and does everything for a purpose, does it let just, well flowers, seemingly gratuitously provoke endogenous Morphine in your neural network system for no other causal reason of material gain or because of an after-effect of the exacting of pain in an accident, and as an amelioration for that?

Well, that and many other questions you can ask Jesus, when He returns, because afterall, He was was the one who said -, claimed, that such things were an expression of wealth far greater than anything King Solomon had or had to offer.

: )

Okay, well I can tell you too though.

But I won't just yet because you won't believe it just right now. Some of you might; most of you won't.

But if we go back to the matter of trance music, which is where we started this article from, then this is about having the mind's frequencies fall into very specific patterns that relate harmonically to the ability to have full perception of important emotional and spiritual matters, and having the audio energy (to some extent you can even say 'white noise') block out wasteful dissonance and contradictory, unnatural, or chaotic neural signaling which is generally being driven by the pressures and the tempo and the apparently important demands of 'normal' modern daily life. You will not 'die' just as the result of going deeply into these kinds of trances. But oh yes, the world that you have been experiencing up until then most certainly will be killed off.

It's a zombie world that you are living in, my friend. You are 'living,' that is, surviving in a dead world; in a place that is trying to create automatons and keep people mechanical and dead like automatons. By doing what you are being shown - advisedly, and confidentially - you will be resurrected from the world and live, and moreover, like the gods you will live forever in a condition of great wealth.

Am I saying this of my own account? No I am not. Jesus Christ said it first: 'For consider the lilies of the field...' Now either He was lying and a knave and not God or 'Kalimat Allah' (The Word of God), or He was telling the Truth and you should be listening to that and not to some idiot in this Earthly world who wants to boss you around and tell you 'how it is.'

Yeah I know. Hard it is, to have faith that allows you to live like the lilies of the field. But here, we have the solution for that challenge as well.

Distancing From General Society...

Okay this is a highly problematic thing, because let's just be a little conscious that some people want to be more involved with humans and general human 'society' than they are right now, rather than slip away out of it as such.

The real problem is something I have been grappling with for months now, as I think about what will become of someone who, let's put it in these terms 'hits the Set-For-Life lottery.'

I am watching right now, a program on local television about several people who had fairly sizable amounts of money in their self-managed superannuation accounts, who had been defrauded of the lot - so, in one man's case, that was 200,000 dollars in one go.

People just don't get it - and they never will.
This is not a 'yoga' thing. But they have turned it
into that.
Stupid stupid human beings.
You can't stop them.

Now for me this expresses part of the problem. As someone literally from the investment banking area (or more specifically for me, the merchant banking world), and who was also for a while in a special projects team in a central bank, modestly meaningful sums of money like that in the hands of your average person today is an accident waiting to happen.

So let's just shift away from specifics about money though, and use some highly mythic language and metaphors, in order to re-state the basic problem.

You have seen, I'm sure you have seen, those Sumerian monument etchings that depict some weird bird-headed being with what looks like a pine cone in their hand, standing above the Tree of Life image.

Now all of these modern 'New Age-y' and public commentators of ancient mysteries want to tell you this is about the pineal gland and so on.

No it's not.

It's about planting seeds.

Our life is an existential reality.

Our 'present' moment is a hard, sensed, tangible reality - it exists, we know it exists, because we feel it in the moment now.

'Death In The Nile' - the most recent one.
It descends into soft porn in parts
and that's about all that it has to
recommend it.
Still, man has time on his hands, gets into
trouble and fun and more trouble...
That's pretty cool.

Our past was an existential reality but it too, can turn into a mixture of hard truth and fabricated 'reality of ideas' because people can believe false things their minds invented about the past, and yet, that impression then becomes 'true' to their immediately conscious, existential 'now' selves. So the past is misty and not hard reality.

The future is not a hard reality at all.

We cannot plant seeds in the past.

We can only plant a seed right now.

You might think your future is not great, based on what your present situation is right now.

And that is not the way things really are.

'Tomorrow' something bad or not great is due to happen - let's say...

Tonight, you are free to do things for which there will be no consequences that can fall upon you because your ship is leaving for distant lands tomorrow, where you will be going to the front lines with your platoon.

And so you do things in the moment with abandon.

Suddenly, in the early hours of the morning however, you come upon a large treasure that is yours to keep and to dispose of as you will. 

Tiffany design, silk velvet
modern Venetian scarf.
Okay so you have one, and you're wearing
it to your late night cafe place.
No one notices and they wouldn't
understand what they are looking at anyway.

You no longer really need to go off with your battalion (initially you had to do that because you are only the third son and your earldom does not extend to sufficient money to provide even for a subsistence back at 'home') - because you now are independently wealthy. And so feasibly, you can just go AWOL completely now.

It is not immediately clear which particular 'seed' you planted that grew into a different fate for your life.

But regardless of that - and we will explore it later on here sometime - a huge problem with you or anyone having a staggeringly powerful means of living in significantly more materially well-supplied circumstances, is that you will be in some coffee place or restaurant or anywhere, and around you will be the people who lose masses of money to fraud or who truncate their lives through poor lifestyles, or make themselves miserable through heavily pressured workloads and all of that attendant problematic symptom which is the nature of today's world and the so-called 'lifestyles' of all the people in it.

You cannot change them, though.

You can offer to them all you want about advanced technology, be it with laser systems or quantum electrodynamics or any other thing, but they are not interested in part because they don't see the point anyway but more importantly they do not 'have the time' to look at things; certainly not anything you're going to be talking about.

All they know is what the CDC just screamed at them the last time they did that, which more or less would have been ten seconds ago in their lives via an SMS to their 'smart phones' - maybe about... ...that Metformin 'aids' the diabetes condition (it doesn't), or that they are 'iron deficient' (well they probably are but not for any reasons any modern doctors tell them; modern doctors' reason will be: 'your time is up there is ten minutes left on your consult/pay your bill on your way out).

You might be able to 'take yourself out alive.' You won't be able to take any, or not very many others out of here now.

I love the tabletop here. Don't you just love
the tabletop?
Man I love that tabletop.

It's all too late and gone way past the point of any kind of widespread retrieval.

That's what I think. And I've tried to think of it more positively - and cannot.

Nah it's actually not what I think. It's what I know.

'I would a solution now I want a solution now I want a solution now. Don't tell me things take time and don't tell me to do anything. Doctors have drugs and pills and injectables.'

Me: 'Yeah, you're the person who just lost 200,000 dollars though right? Because you are smart and everything you make judgments about is right.'

LOL

Bill and I we say we've lost stax of cash every now and then too, but we really haven't. We made some money first and we acquired some knowledge then next and we never lost any money for real. What happened was we witnessed some atrocious things, some egregious criminal acts by governments and operatives and other associated people. 

I'll let you know if or when we ever lose any money.

And I'm trying not to be arrogant!

This is off Angel Falls' YT channel. Her real name is Agnieszka Wasilewska. We'll play one of her vocal songs soon here. Her trance music stage name is 'Angel Falls.'

 

 

Not Romanticizing The Misty Lagoon

The City of Masks, the Ruling City-State, The Serene Republic - Venice.

The Venetian Lagoon, which is the main entrance into the major islands of Venice (there are lots and lots of little islands there) is a very misty, even foggy place all the way from late Autumn right through Winter during which it can snow pretty heavily.

This is just the superficial 'Venice.'

History is vague and foggy about who started it and how the State of Venice was started.

The standard local Venetian story is a myth of their own creation, even though it contains parts of the truth: one of the princes and chief advisors to the king of Troy (Priam), by name Antenor, left Troy when it fell and took many of his people with him and settled in the Venetian islands and founded the City-State jointly together with the local 'Veneti.'

Now there is one problem with that, and that is the unsuspecting aspect about the local Veneti.

Nobody can really say, in terms of what all academic historians, even modern ones, are able to agree upon, about who really were the Veneti.

The point of what I am about to say, is that it is not necessary to exaggerate or romanticize the actual outward City-State of Venice; the Republic of Venice was no better and no worse than any other place, and in fact, the so-called 'Council of Ten' got quite out of hand as far as wielding actual power over the citizens and nobles of Venice towards the end of the Republic, when Napoleon invaded there and took it over completely.

The Veneti.

The secret of Venice is to do with these mythical, or at least legendary people - the Veneti.

These are the Adriatic Veneti we are talking about here, and not the Gallic Veneti, and the latter's real name in any case is Beneti, except linguistically there are connections between Veneti and Beneti - which we will endeavor to explain something about shortly.

'Beneti' means the friendly people.

'Veneti' also sort of means friendly people, but with a much harder spin - these are people that somehow can make you passionate, and lusty, and have a strong desire for something or someone, or some people! And that is because they are literally the children of Venus.

It is impossible in our times to say with any 'credibility' that the children of Venus are in fact the Arctic Elves themselves, and that they originally lived in a place not accessible by humans, and where there were actual giants whose descendants later on became the Vikings.

Yet this is so; this is the case.

The king of the Hyperborean Elves - Nausithous - led his people away from the progenitors of the Vikings, because of their lawless behavior, and established his kingdom in Corfu, but in secret, covering where they all actually lived inside of magical mists.

The true way to say 'Veneti' is like how you would say 'Wendy.' So these people are the Wendies.

Carriages in Winter....

And some of you right here are about to become Wendies, because the Veneti are a magical race and people can be taken into their number from out of the human race but they will be altered.

The 1985 movie 'Santa Claus - The Movie' contains some intriguing elements for me because I am not sure where the writers got their information from but it is authentic: in the movie, the Elf character played by Dudley Moore claims that the Arctic Elves are actually known as the Vendicum...

And that is close enough to the reality of the matter.

And, in the movie, two children are allowed to stay in the North Pole where they will eventually become Elves themselves.

...Behind the surface of the Venetian culture - which in any case was riddled with plenty of intrigue, although mostly of an entirely Earthly and material nature, be it political or economic, was the presence of the Veneti. And that is why the practice of wearing masks so much of the time became firmly established. The Veneti did not wish to be seen for who and what they actually were by most people - not unless they wished themselves to be seen. So they were always wearing masks when they went into the public or attended some gathering.

New music coming
out this week.
Is called 'Is It True.'
LOL. Oh yeah.
Could it be?
Is it really true?

When Napoleon took over the Serene Republic, and by which time already the dominating layers of society there had lost their ability to control their wealth with equanimity, just like when the Goddess Astraea - who Hesiod said was the last of the gods to dwell always among men in the Golden Age - found that when human behavior had at last become too disgusting for her, she left more or less permanently for her home planet - the Veneti also left Venice for the same reasons and went into hiding in other places around the world; and they did not return to Hyperia, as that in fact was no longer fully intact ever since the Great War between the Gods and the Titans (or that is, most of the Titans though not all of them).

Anyone who thinks I am kidding around here is in for a very big surprise.

Played this track below before. Never will lose its power though.

Al Qaeda - 'The Base' (Offenbach)

Waaaaaa?!!!

Look, I don't even know how to deal with what I am going to discuss here.

LOL

Anyway, 'for reasons we don't need to go into at the moment (more lol),' I am still 'operational' to an extent and this gives me direct access to the 'big data' much of which comes from the CIA-backed Diebold-Nixdorf POS infrastructures (for one example although there are about four/five others) - particularly in any regional location that I happen to be in. 

So right now I know how much money (what the quanta in various sectors/segments) is being spent in the domestic economy in Australia and where by the Australia domestic community at large, and that includes foreign visitors.

I mean it's nice - but does it fly?

The point I would draw from what I have been looking at - which includes extensive video recordings, not sure how legal this really is - is that most people in today's version of the human race are quite insane.

Women widely lay claim to being very smart...

My guess - 80% of them wear artificial fingernails and they have a lot of difficulty tapping into a financial transactions keypad or screen.

And I mean a lot of difficulty. 

And behind the masks of the men, you do not want to know what substances they are all dependent on - they're mostly injectables - and that's on top of alcohol. Males and females both are using injectable substances to supposedly control their weight, but there's no one down here in any meaningful percentage of the population that I would class as obese, and the substances being used were produced for diabetes, not weight loss.

Are long distance trucking people using substances...?

Don't confuse you, right?
LOL

Hah.

No comment.

These people cannot see, either.

What I mean is that they have no time in their lives to look around and take stock of what is there, or consider carefully what they are looking at.

When I started 'the Base' over twenty-five years ago, it was not ever associated with 'Al Qaeda' (which means 'the base/the site;' a place to go and get equipped for your role, your assigned or designated task). I often used the phrase equipage tactique.

Some others decided this was an idea they could apply to the Islamic terrorist group which would come to be known as the Arabic phrase (or just word, really) for the Base - 'Al Qaeda.'

When I was developing the concept it was never at all intended to be for some actual physical place, consequently, Al Qaeda came to be understood as an actual geographical site, whereas it was supposed to be just the fact that someone (in the case of eventual 'Al Qaeda,' a Saudi zillionaire) was backing the equipment distribution, and the training and so on. The equipped and trained people were then distributed, sent out, into the field. They never stayed in a particular 'site,' or training camp.

The reason I am quite sure it is safe to say all these things is that no one can see what is here, or understand what is being said, other that a small handful of you - who have been following for some time already.

The Base...

So I guess what I'm saying to you outright is that Al Qaeda is a Western spying operation, and not any kind of internally, self-generated Arabic Islamic thing at its inception.

'The Base' (our Base) was a back-stop, sort of attempt at a fail-safe (didn't work) project to interdict a crystal clear movement from the Karl Popper, George Soros-fronted (he is not the ultimate backer) academic elites who were seeking to take over the United States, and they had already taken full control of the United Kingdom and Europe, although that latter case has become a shake-able proposition.

...And now we can pivot to Offenbach's 'The Tales of Hoffmann.'

This is an Australian opera.

Huh?

LOLOLOL

Well yeah it is though.

Jacques Offenbach never finished it, in the sense that he passed away before he was able to finalize it for performance, and what it consisted of was all the songs, all the themes, all the narratives - but none of them in order and the orchestration was by no means complete.

The Australian composer Richard Bonynge - Dame Joan Sutherland's partner - reworked the opera, orchestrated it, and performed it with Sir Robert Helpmann for stage productions, and then as a film with Helpmann and Moira Shearer.

The Australia Maestro - Richard Bonynge.

The opera itself is about a real person - E. T. A. (Amadeus) Hoffmann - who was one of the earliest writers of science fiction; a person so amazing that people everywhere have set to one side what he actually did, possibly because their minds cannot handle it.

He was a skilled musician and operatic composer himself - the actual musical director of a famous major European opera company - a writer of strange and fantastical stories, and a poet, a diplomat, a political activist...

E.T.A. Hoffmann created and wrote the original story of 'The Nutcracker.' (Christmas is coming BTW).

Anyway, in the opera we are specifically talking about here, we, the audience, see the Muse, because she announces herself to us and introduces herself directly to the audience at the start of the opera -, and she tells us what she is going to do.

In the action of the story itself, she does not of course, disclose herself to Hoffmann at the beginning so he is not seeing her there...

Kate Lindsey is 'Nicklausse'
who is the Muse disguising
herself in the opera
'The Tales of Hoffmann.'

The opera has three main sections, self-contained sets of events concerning Hoffmann and various women to whom he is attracted, but in every case he finds that they betray him - one of the 'women' is in fact an automaton and not a 'real female human' at all.

All along, the Muse is physically there in the action, having disguised herself as one or other of the characters, and helps Hoffmann through all the situations and the complex, sometimes dangerous and dramatic or difficult events.

And at the end, when Hoffmann realizes he cannot really be in love with any of the potential candidates around him - because they are mortally human and terminally flawed - the Muse reveals herself to Hoffmann and he then dedicates himself to poetry...

Now to be honest, this is a peculiar proposition for a story, any story, and for an operatic story, because it has just about gone and said that humans are not 'save-able!' But then that somehow, and in no way that we are told as the audience, that poetry elevates Hoffmann - and literally above the state, the status, of an ordinary human being; and that also, somehow, poetry is important for the human race.

Frankly, this is enough for you to take in right now for the moment.

 

The Superficial Complexity

I don't know how to play mahjong.

The reason I don't know how to play is because as a young person growing up, it was regarded as something the mundane middle classes in Singapore played (and by which was meant those who were supine for their personal professional and commercial interests, to a criminal, ever-on-the-make dictator who otherwise conveyed to all those that didn't know his secrets, that he was a hard-driving, honest and honorable 'leader' of Chinese people especially; he was a treacherous betrayer of them, in fact).

Believe you me, I could recount one or two little matters involving US overseas foreign affairs that would instantly have me sued and this Blog shut down - though at the same time it would blow Singapore to the ground forever...

Way back in the old days...
LOL

Harry Lee was blackmailing the USA for decades until eventually, Henry Kissinger basically just 'got on board with the plan' because to be fair, Kissinger was hardly that much better in terms of 'moral instinct.'

Birds of a feather and all that.

So yeah nah, I never looked twice at the game of mahjong.

However everyone knows that the good players are able to play the game really fast.

And it does have its nuances and complexities.

This is an apt metaphor for much of the modern world, and many of the people in it: they play fast, they have no patience, they are quite skillful at their 'games' (of life) - and in the end, on their death beds, it all amounts to nothing.

Today's world is superficial, demanding, meaningless, intensely stupid -, and with most of the people in it 'playing the game.'

What have you got on your death bed?

Anything?

What? Like what exactly?

In the olden days - Moira Shearer in
Offenbach's The Tales of Hoffmann.
...We will talk about this, soon.

What has made people act as if they are convinced none of them - especially the 'I' person being posed the question - is ever going to expire?!

The whole human race, Hollywood no less than everyone else, lays great stock in the idea of 'love' and loving someone - but how is that going to actually happen, if both participants are permanently engaged in a high-speed game of meaningless and superficial mahjong, but then for some small gaps in the game, each one or both 'devote' five minutes to 'love...' What is that 'love?' What do they mean?

Do you really go to doctors and they spend hours exploring your whole life's story to ascertain what the background is to any obtaining medical problem (and that's just the beginning)? Or are they all on a time-limit with you, to quickly prescribe a pill which quickly has an effect of some kind (or maybe not even; just plain doesn't even work - is basic fraud), or better, an injectable that by-passes your liver and the pre-process organic filters in and around your gut, so that it can even more quickly, give you a hit?

Life as a creme brulee.
You burn the surface with a torch
and it caramelizes
and hardens. 

So that then you can all go back to playing mahjong until you drop dead.

Is that what you are doing?

Is that what you are either letting people do to you, or are they forcing it all onto you via the commerce of exploitable needs, and basic living economics?

...The good players.

Are not 'good.' They are really really dumb.

Oh yes but I know, you think - 'but the money.'

LOL

The money, what money is that??

You have money?

The people you see driving around in those expensive cars have money, as far as they say and as far as you believe, right...

Nope. They don't have money.

Jack with the Beanstalk had money. He could go up every night, and no one believed him, until one day he brought the giant back down with him.

And that was the end of that story.

'Once upon a time there was a poor but honest boy whose name was Jack -.'

And that was just how things began.

; )